Shipwrecked & Comatose

Hello my dear readers, my S&C Muffins.  I am posting a life update today.  Don't be too excited.  I'm not making a major announcement.  I am merely doing some old-fashioned "blah blah blah" blogging in my old style of making blog posts about regular life updates.   I am trying to wean myself off Facebook a bit.  Yes, I know that's an old story with me. I don't plan to delete it or even deactivate it, but I am trying to resist the lure of the scroll.  If I post less, I check it less because I am not looking to see how friends commented or reacted.  I check it if I need to see updates about my offline activities (such as rehearsal videos) or if a friend or family members tells me something I should look at, or if I'm tagged (which happens often during theater season).  As I have said many times before, avoiding Facebook or keeping it to a minimum, keeps me mentally calmer and doesn't feed my addiction to the scroll or need for attention.   That's

  I'm excited to vote on Tuesday.   Is excited the wrong word?  Maybe the word is eager, or anxious, or maybe desperate.  Whatever it is, I know I have to do it.  Maybe I am only one vote out of over a hundred and fifty million, but many snowflakes make a blizzard.  I have to make my voice heard.  I have to do my part.  I feel as if I am making a last ditch attempt to save something irrevocably lost.  I think this is what football players call a Hail Mary pass.   Is this going to work? Worst of all, even if it does work, are there forces out there trying to undo it? What has this country come to? Voting should be as easy as possible.  It is the right and responsibility of every American citizen. It is the cornerstone of democracy.  Nobody should try to stop us from doing our duty.  Yet here we are in the twenty-first century and it seems the government is doing everything it can to suppress the vote using every tactic possible from from ID laws, to gerrymandering, to reducing the n